leather - negan x reader

chapter twenty-eight - jail time

tw: choking (not in the smut sorry), light choking (that is a part of the smut ta-daaa), public sex (?), etc

after an hour or so, i woke up again. negan stayed asleep for a bit longer. i slowly and carefully pull myself from his arms. once i'm dressed, i quietly leave the room.

it was only 10 in the morning, i had about four hours before the meeting. "already radioed everyone about the meeting. they'll all be here at 1," chibs says as i sit at the bar.

"good. how'd it go with malik's family?" i ask.

"they're nice. all settled in one of the housing units," he responds.

i look down at his bruised knuckles, then over to where tig and happy were conversing. brusied knuckles - all of them have bruised knuckles.

hopefully, i can explain this away to the council and only get a week or two of jail time. i'll just tell them i ordered my men to do it and they had no other choice.

five hours later...

"alright, i'll do the time," i say as i head out of the room and over to chibs. "you're in charge for a week. hope you enjoy it," i groan as i take a seat beside him at the bar.

"a week? what in the hell, people?" tig yells at the people in the meeting room. "i fucking beat him up. let me go to jail!"

"i ordered you to. i ordered all of you to. being leader comes with a price," i sigh.

"a fucking week? that son of a bitch killed three of our guys and traumatized a four year old. he should be in a bloody unmarked grave," chibs groans.

jax joins us, "honestly this is club business. not council," he snarls.

"treaty says otherwise. it's fine guys, it's just a week in jail. can't be worse than prospecting," i say as i stand. "here," i reach into my boot and pull out my knife, then hand him the gun. "i want those back."

"we'll take great care of 'em. have fun, boss," happy smiles as he takes the weapons.

my mom hugs me, "jail is nothin'," she leans in and whispers, "i'm sure he won't even leave you down there." she pulls back and winks.

"mom," i groan, "ew."

"go on, before they get too mad," she smiles. i wave to everyone before following negan out.

he smirks at me, "what'd she say?"

"none of your business," i smile at him as some girl ties my hands together. "doesn't matter how tight you tie it, if i want out i'll get out," i groan as she tightens it.

"see you in a bit, sweet cheeks," negan says as she shoves me in the back of the truck.

i ignore him, turning to everyone else. "i did literally nothing to you assholes," i say as i sit on one of the seats, their eyes glaring at me.

"anyone wanna trade seats?" i ask as a weird, creepy looking man scoots towards me. no one even looks my way. "guess that's a no. dude, please don't touch the jacket."

he smirks at me, scooting closer. "why? you can't stop me," he traces my 'for j.t.' patch on my jacket with his fingers. "j.t.? that one of the dudes you fucked?"